Taking my leave of your goodness, I will now resort
To Eubulus, that good councillor:
But hark! methink I hear a trumpet blow.
Aristippus. The king is at hand, stand close in the prease.[68] Beware, if he know
You are friend to Damon, he will take you for a spy also.
Farewell, I dare not be seen with you.
Here entereth King Dionysius, Eubulus the
Councillor, and Gronno the Hangman.
Dionysius. Gronno, do my commandment: strike off Damon’s irons by and by.
Then bring him forth, I myself will see him executed presently.
Gronno. O mighty king, your commandment will I do speedily.